Best Poems Written by Jana Soskic

Mouldy Bread

Once I threw a mouldy bread
into the dumpster
and when I went for groceries 
I saw a Gypsy boy taking the bread
and being content about it.

A tear dropped down my cheek.

I was always surrounded by
immoral people;
drug addicts, alcoholics,
small thieves, the poor.

Perhaps they see me as one of them
or they like the fact I don’t see them 
as immoral. Or they see me as a saviour.

Yes, that is who I am.
Mother Theresa for drug addicts.
Mouldy bread for hungry Gypsy boy.

Copyright © Jana Soskic | Year Posted 2021